Fashoo lyrics

[Chorus]
All my n*ggas is scamming, they ready to risk it for that little payment
She like "Boy if its smoke, n*gga it could be [?] bro if you say so"
It's a 2007 but I turn to Soulja Boy with that draco'
When I flew to L.A, started sipping on purple, but this ain't Saints Row
When I hop in the beamer, [and i started snapping that b*tch like thanos]
When I looked in the mirror, I just see a n*gga that bring that cake home
Better not come over here with that sh*t, you gon' walk away with his face blown

Yeah, get to the bag fasho'
Yeah, I got them b*tches mad fasho'
I pull up, I thrash your hoe
I cannot f*ck with a average hoe, go international
Uh, huh, and for the drank you was taxing hoe
You don't see me laughing hoe, lets go

[Verse 1]
We'll start making a movie
I fell in love with the drac'
I fell in love with the-, ayy
[?]
Yall n*ggas can't even rap, for real
Tell little brother "Let's do it"
n*gga we had the racks, before the deal
None of my n*ggas new to it
b*tch, little hoe ask for my name in the spot
So I told her the YouTube
These Rick Owens, I wear em' alot
I might pull up and do a little shooting
Get your hoe, cause she gave me the drop [?]
Tell little bro "We not finna do too-"
This hoe peep that i'm famous, so she finna throw sh*t back for my gangnem
Man, I wish n*ggas saw that boy look on his face when we almost lined him
Told my brother to take off the top of the Maybach, make sh*t brainless
Tryna' be at the top of the [?], with the same n*ggas that I came with
Little hoe tried to touch my chain, blew more money on my bracelet
Tell that hoe if she worried about her n*gga finding out, b*tch don't say sh*t
Don't even really got to speak on the sudden, but my n*ggas on that same sh*t
[?]
I don't f*ck with these n*ggas, they acting like b*tches, they on that gay sh*t
I got so much designer, i'm trying to mix it up, put on BANE b*tch
[Chorus]
All my n*ggas is scamming, they ready to risk it for that little payment
She like "Boy if its smoke, n*gga it could be [?] bro if you say so"
It's a 2007 but I turn to Soulja Boy with that draco'
When I flew to L.A, started sipping on purple, but this ain' Saints Row
When I hop in the beamer, [?]
When I looked in the mirror, I just see a n*gga that bring that cake home
Better not come over here with that sh*t, you gon' walk away with his face blown

Yeah, get to the bag fasho'
Yeah, I got them b*tches mad fasho'
I pull up, I thrash your hoe
I cannot f*ck with a average hoe, go international
Uh, huh, and for the drank you was taxing hoe
You don't see me laughing hoe

[Verse 2]
I brought this little hoe to a fashion show
Told her leave her bags at home
Yeah, yeah
My little n*gga shoot like he Al Capone
Send that n*gga out the door
Uh, huh
[?]
I don't show my face no more
Uh, huh
And most of these n*ggas be faking here
So I got to make it known
[Outro]
Yeah, get to the bag fasho'
Yeah, I got them b*tches mad fasho'
I pull up, I dash your hoe
Yeah, get to the bag fasho'
And for the drank you was taxing hoe
Most yall n*ggas sad and broke, tss, how?